Glass Bricks at Smithfield Market Extension, London by Thomas Bennett.
© 2014 Alex James Bruce
why does my body confuse ‘I need to sneeze’ with ‘I feel sick’ it is very confusing
My body can’t get the hang of the difference between ‘puke’ ‘sneeze’ and ‘cry’.
I once had to ask to stop the car I was riding in because I was car sick and about to lose the news at any second. The car stopped, I opened the passanger door, sobbed loudly for about thirty seconds, cleaned up, shut the door, thanked the driver, and went back to a conversation as if nothing had happened.
Is Steerpike very small? Or is it a very large clock? Either way: glower!
Odalisque Lying (Portrait of Saadia) - Gaston Casimir Saint-Pierre
I think the internet would be a much nicer place if, before making any kind of user-generated content, you had to spend 60 seconds looking at a mandatory screencap of something you posted online ten years before.
Diatoms are the best and that’s all there is to it.
There’s a kind of magic in growing your own plants from seed. I’m not sure I can properly describe the satisfaction of it, the joy of it. Putting the seeds into the soil, watering them, letting them see the sun - and nothing happens. Every day, nothing happens.
Until one day, you check them, and there are little green shoots above the brown earth, and YOU DID THAT. You made that happen. This tiny, every-day miracle happened because of you.
My thinking of miracles is that they are the small magics that happen to us and that we take for granted, and the new growth in spring is the most perfect one I can think of. The way the wonderful science of anture turns water, sunlight, earth and a seed into a living plant.
Who’d have known that inheriting a giant pot plantation in Mexico would do so much for Caitlin’s sense of innocence and wonder?